I watch as the coffin tips. I told him it wouldn't balance. He tried to do it by himself, that wouldn't work he doesn't have the balance necessary. He should have tried to lift it from two and three quarters inches farther to the right. I told him not to lift it because it wasn't balanced. Now the fluid in the coffin will ruin my work. It will work into the seams and warp the wood. Since the water will seep through the seams the coffin will will have to be fixed or remade. He should have waited for us. The coffin would have balanced. I told him it wouldn't balance.
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Diary Response
Anse
Dear Diary,
Those darn kids the one ridin' that crazy wild horse into town, the other back there cacklin' like a madman. I almost died of shame. All of that plus I was haulin' my wife's body. That crazy boy sittin' over her laughin' away. Just plain disgrace to her good memory! Didn't I tell that bloody boy not to ride that horse? But there sittin' tall on that horse. I always felt that that Darl was a bit different. Him sittin' there over his mother laughin' away just settled that in my mind. One good thing of the day though getting ready to get those teeth so I can eat proper again.
Cash
Poem http://www.flickr.com/photos/brandoncwarren/3593583038/sizes/l/
I look at my children,
And in them I see nothing,
But my wasted life.
Whitfield
Addie's Reaction
As my fool family toils to prepare for my funeral march my lover, Whitfield decides to come in from town. When the preacher reached that bridge that had been washed out he was held up a bit. I guess that he decided to cross when he started to enter the water. He got stuck when his horse refused to move. I guess he figured that it was an act of "god" when he reached the other side. That silly fool. He fills himself with empty words and false assurances in an effort to make himself feel better. To think how our affair must have tourted him. I just bet that when he woke up every morning he confronted his "devil". It's nice to know that I was remembered by someone.
Well he eventually got to the house and found something that I'll bet made his day. I hadn't told that fool Anse I married about my little adventure in town. He payed his last respectects to me. Each of the things he said was more fake than the last. It's amazing to me that some people can be so contradictory. He came with every intent of damning himself to Anse's retribution but is content, when it suits him, to simply forget to mention it. He left on his way a content man not knowing that I had payed his debt long ago. That usless girl Dewey Dell cancels out my Jewel and Vardaman repays Anse. Oh well, what do I care, I'm dead.
Newspaper
Section 34 (Darl)
by
William Faulkner
Wiki by
Curran Clarke
Poem
You stupid horse,
eat your food before I,
hit you in the face.
Dewey Dell
Visual Depiction
This is Dewey Dell picking down the last row off cotton.
Blabberize
William Faulkner. N.d. Biography Recource Center . Gale, n.d. Web. 29 Mar. 2010.
<http://galenet.galegroup.com/images/biorc/pctbig/00011529.jpg>.
Faulkner on a Vardaman section
Extended Section
Cash
I watch as the coffin tips. I told him it wouldn't balance. He tried to do it by himself, that wouldn't work he doesn't have the balance necessary. He should have tried to lift it from two and three quarters inches farther to the right. I told him not to lift it because it wasn't balanced. Now the fluid in the coffin will ruin my work. It will work into the seams and warp the wood. Since the water will seep through the seams the coffin will will have to be fixed or remade. He should have waited for us. The coffin would have balanced. I told him it wouldn't balance.
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Diary Response
Anse
Dear Diary,
Those darn kids the one ridin' that crazy wild horse into town, the other back there cacklin' like a madman. I almost died of shame. All of that plus I was haulin' my wife's body. That crazy boy sittin' over her laughin' away. Just plain disgrace to her good memory! Didn't I tell that bloody boy not to ride that horse? But there sittin' tall on that horse. I always felt that that Darl was a bit different. Him sittin' there over his mother laughin' away just settled that in my mind. One good thing of the day though getting ready to get those teeth so I can eat proper again.
Cash
Poem
My leg is broken,
But I don't need a cast for,
The leg that was hurt.
Addie
Poem
I look at my children,
And in them I see nothing,
But my wasted life.
Whitfield
Addie's Reaction
As my fool family toils to prepare for my funeral march my lover, Whitfield decides to come in from town. When the preacher reached that bridge that had been washed out he was held up a bit. I guess that he decided to cross when he started to enter the water. He got stuck when his horse refused to move. I guess he figured that it was an act of "god" when he reached the other side. That silly fool. He fills himself with empty words and false assurances in an effort to make himself feel better. To think how our affair must have tourted him. I just bet that when he woke up every morning he confronted his "devil". It's nice to know that I was remembered by someone.
Well he eventually got to the house and found something that I'll bet made his day. I hadn't told that fool Anse I married about my little adventure in town. He payed his last respectects to me. Each of the things he said was more fake than the last. It's amazing to me that some people can be so contradictory. He came with every intent of damning himself to Anse's retribution but is content, when it suits him, to simply forget to mention it. He left on his way a content man not knowing that I had payed his debt long ago. That usless girl Dewey Dell cancels out my Jewel and Vardaman repays Anse. Oh well, what do I care, I'm dead.
Newspaper
Section 34 (Darl)
Anse
Poem
Charity I will,
Not accept because I will,
Have to pay it back.